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Emi Tsuruta 
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My Farewell Party
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd
like to know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home
page at:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/


When I'm single, and I meet a cute guy, I usually try to figure
out whether he is interested in me or not.  Some guys it's easy
to tell.  They find excuses to visit my place.  They give me
presents.  They are willing to meet me anywhere any time of the
day or night, come wind, rain, snow, whatever.

Other guys are harder to read.  Sometimes a hunky guy will
secretly have a crush on me, but I won't find out about it until
years later.  Or he acts like he likes me, but when I try to take
it to the next level, he suddenly backs off.  Or some guys run
hot and cold, so you never know what they're thinking.  You do
your best, but things don't always go smoothly.

Anyway, just before I was supposed to leave Oceanview in the
States to go back to Japan, I ended up taking some judo lessons.
I'd been doing ikebana in the community center, and after class,
I would wander around the center checking out the other clubs. 
On the west side of the building, they have these big activity
rooms with glass walls, so you can see in.  There'd be a bunch of
young boys dressed up in judo outfits, wrestling, trying to pin
each other to the mats.  I'd just stand there, and watch them,
secretly cheering for the underdogs hoping they could somehow
break free, and get out from underneath.  Each bout can be quite
dramatic.

Down at the far end, I could see their instructor, a Japanese guy
around my age named Yuta.  He was kind of handsome in his way,
clean cut with short hair, and a noble bearing.  His students
obviously liked him.  He didn't talk that much, but when he did
say something, they'd all perk up, and listen.

One day, just on the spur of the moment, I went in, and asked
Yuta if he could teach me.  There weren't any girls in the
classes, but I thought we could do it one-on-one.  He asked me
why I wanted to learn.  I told him that I wanted to learn how to
defend myself, you know, just in case anything happened.  He
looked a bit puzzled, but he finally agreed to teach me.

Before our first session, I felt really nervous.  I'd never done
any martial arts before.  In our high school, there was a judo
club, but I don't even know if there were any girls.  It seemed
more of a guy's thing.

Another thing I worried about was what to wear.  I'd ordered a
judo outfit, but it didn't arrive in time for our first lesson,
so I just brought a white tank tee, a black sports bra, and black
yoga pants that went down to my calves.  There were no shower
rooms, so I changed in the girls' washroom, freshening up a bit.
This obviously wasn't a date, but I must admit I was kind of
curious about Yuta, and I wanted to make a good impression.

It felt a bit weird working out with Yuta one-on-one, just the
two of us in this glass walled room.  Our sessions were in the
morning, so there weren't many people around, but if anyone had
been there, they would be able to see us from outside in the
hall.

There was something very intimate about working together this
way.  He'd show me each move, and then walk me through it in slow
motion, holding my hands or my waist.  It kind of felt a bit sexy
the way he touched me.  I actually wasn't used to all the
physical contact, but Yuta was a complete gentleman, focused on
the task at hand.  I was all keyed up, sweating and breathing
heavily, trying to prove myself.  I was trying to focus too, but
I sometimes got distracted, lost in his eyes, or studying his
features from up close.  It was hard not to be affected.

Soon, the judo outfit I ordered arrived, so at least I looked
more the part.  One thing I couldn't figure out was what to wear
underneath.  I guess girls in the Olympics wear white t-shirts
under their judo tops, but that seemed like over kill.  I wore a
sports bra a couple of times, but that felt too restricting, so
eventually, I just went braless.  I had to keep my belt done up
tight, or else my cleavage would show, but Yuta never seemed to
mind no matter how I dressed.  I wondered actually how he could
stay so calm working so closely with me like this.  I was very
aware of him as a male, but he was more aloof, not flinching no
matter how close we came.  Not that he didn't care.  He was very
engaged, kind and considerate.

After class, I was kind of looking around for opportunities to
practice.  At home, I wanted to wrestle with Brandon, the teenage
son in the host family I was staying with.  He seemed willing
enough, but unfortunately, Brandon's mother Loretta thought we
were fighting for real, so she'd always make us stop.  Brandon
would always end up out of breath, and glare at me with this wild
look in his eyes, so maybe she was right.  Brandon is kind of fun
to tease though.

On weekends, I'd drop by at the pub Hernando's.  My ex Ryosuke
would be there with Sven, Gus and those guys.  I told Sven I was
looking to practice, and he agreed to help.  Sven is this big
tall blonde guy with massive shoulders.  Sven is so big I found
it impossible to move him, especially at first.  I'd dig my feet
in, and push, and push, but he wouldn't budge.  Sven would
eventually lift me up, and twirl me around just to show he could
do it.  It was kind of discouraging that he could grab me so
easily.

In my next lesson, I told Yuta about Sven, so we began working
more on throws and grips you could use on big opponents.  Yuta
showed me techniques for getting people off balance, and then we
tried them out.  For a long time, Yuta fended me off, but then
finally, I managed to work one foot between his legs, and push
him back on it.  I was quite proud of myself, until I realized my
top had fallen open, so he could see my breasts.  I quickly did
my top back up, but Yuta didn't seem phased.  He just told me to
try again, and we kept on practicing as if nothing had happened.

The next time I saw Sven, I tried some of these moves on him.  I
couldn't really trip him the way I had Yuta, but I got better at
keeping my footing, and wriggling out of reach.  Even Sven had to
admit I was making progress.

My trip to Japan was drawing closer, so it was getting down to my
last lesson.  Yuta and I were working on defense moves for if
someone sneaks up on you from behind.  He taught me how to grab
the guy's wrists, turn around, and push him back.  I slowly
started to get the hang of it.

"Perfect!" Yuta smiled.  "You've got it.  How do you feel?"  We
were standing so close, just a few inches away, breathing
heavily, staring into each other's eyes.  He has great eyes
actually, so committed, so caring.  I really don't know what got
into me, but out of the blue, I leaned forward, and kissed him! 
It was just a spur of the moment thing, but unfortunately, he
didn't respond the way I hoped.  He didn't seem glad at all, just
surprised.  Realizing my mistake, I quickly pulled back.

"Oh sorry.  I didn't mean to... I mean I just thought..." I
rambled on, not even sure why I'd done it myself.

"Um... no, that's OK, but uh... that's not really why we're
here," he stammered.  Clearly, I'd messed up.  I guess it'd been
a while since I'd kissed anyone.  I just kind of did it on
impulse.  Sometimes you just take a chance, and see what happens,
you know?  Anyway, I felt really awkward now, so I quickly
gathered up my stuff, left him his pay, and ran off to get
changed.  It was kind of a shame to leave things that way.  I
didn't even know if I'd see him again, but there it was.

When I got home, Brandon was in the living room watching TV.  I
went upstairs, changed into shorts and a t-shirt, and then came
back to watch TV with him.  I guess he could tell I was upset
because he didn't make any smart comments for once.  He started
telling me about some Japanese show he'd seen, and slowly I
managed to calm back down.

For my last night in Oceanview, I'd organized a small farewell
party for just a few of my closest friends.  One person I was
hoping to see was Todd.  I think I might have mentioned him
before.  He is tall and slender with dark-hair.  He used to live
in Satomi's dorm.  Much more than Yuta, I felt like I had a
connection with Todd.  He listened so carefully whenever I spoke.
 Our relationship hadn't really gone anywhere because he'd moved
out of the dorm, but even so, I thought that maybe if I got to
him, I could at least get his email address, so we could stay in
touch.  Lori, this Korean girl who lives in the dorm, said that
she'd bumped into Todd, and offered to invite him to my farewell
party.  I doubted he'd show, but anyway, I was glad there was a
chance.

So there I was, the day of the party, upstairs in my room,
brooding a bit about my run-in with Yuta.  At this party anyway,
I wanted to go out with a bang, wear something eye-catching,
something memorable.  I browsed through my closet, and picked out
a t-shirt dress I'd got not long before.  It's plush white cotton
with this artsy sketch of a musketeer in gold on the front.  It
fit well, and was definitely sexy, but the hem was quite short. 
I picked out a thong too, but I didn't want people staring at me
on the bus, so I ended up pulling on a pair of track pants for
the ride there.

At the bar, as I came in, I spotted Ryosuke, Satomi, Asuna and
everyone at our table.  I looked kind of dowdy in my track pants,
so I rushed off to the washroom to take them off.  Without them
though, it felt awful breezy down there, and I began to wonder if
I'd gone too far.  When I walked out into the bar, all these guys
turned to look at me and my bare legs.  I did my best to ignore
them, but I did seem to be creating quite the commotion with this
dress.

When I got to our table, Debbie came over, and gave me a hug. 
Satomi, Asuna and them were all misty-eyed.  Asuna's roommate,
Sandra was there with her boyfriend Craig as well as Tetsu from
our taiko troupe.  I was glad to see so many of them come out to
see me.

"Nice outfit!" Ryosuke grinned as I sat down next to him.  My
relationship with Ryosuke was still kind of up in the air at that
point.  We'd broken up when Kiyomi came to stay with him, but
she'd moved on, and Ryosuke and I were still picking up the
pieces.  He still liked me obviously, and we'd actually even
slept together once in a fit of pique.  I think he must have
thought I was dressing this way for him, although that wasn't it
exactly.  To reassure him that I wasn't commando, I leaned over,
and whispered in his ear,

"I am wearing a thong."

Unfortunately, this didn't work out quite the way I planned. 
Ryosuke took this as a go signal, and started reaching over and
fondling my bottom even though all my other friends were right
there.  I tried to get him to behave, pushing his hands away, but
with the hem so high, it was almost impossible to cover up.  Just
when I thought I'd got him to settle back down, he reached over,
and ran his finger down my butt crack, making me jump.  I was
starting to get all wet and excited, so I finally got up, and
went to the washroom to get away, and freshen up.

Checking the mirror, my face had gone bright red.  My dress
didn't look all that bad.  At the front, the hem did more or less
cover my panties.  The way my butt cheeks stick out though pulled
the back of my dress up a bit, but I don't think it looked that
indecent.  So you could see a bit of butt cheek.  A lot of girls
wear shorter skirts than this.  Maybe it's okay.

My thong, on the other hand, had gotten all sticky.  I took it
off, and washed it in the sink.  Maybe I should wear my track
pants after all.  I looked around only to realize that I'd left
my backpack with my track pants back at the table.

Hanging my thong by the hand dryer to dry, I peeked out the door.
 I couldn't see my backpack, but it must be under the table near
where I'd been sitting.  I wonder if I can just rush out, and
grab it...

I pushed my t-shirt down as far as it would go, and nervously
stepped out into the bar.  I felt terribly self-conscious,
walking around bare-assed now, but I don't think people noticed
at first.  I carefully skirted around the walls trying to get my
bag before anyone saw.

As I got closer, I suddenly noticed that Todd was here, over by
the front door!  His face lit up when he saw me.  I could hardly
believe it.  I was so amazed that he'd actually come out.  I
walked over that way, trying to push the hem of my dress down so
he wouldn't see.

"Hey, Emi," Todd smiled.

"Hey," I blushed, happy to see him.  He leaned forward, and gave
me a hug.  I was so worried that he'd notice my bare behind, but
it looked like he hadn't.  I quickly escorted him back to our
table, but more and more guys started looking this way, wondering
what was going on.

Todd doesn't really know the other people in my group except
Satomi, so I introduced him.  I got Todd to pull over a chair, so
we could both sit down.  The leather of the chair seat felt so
weird on my bare butt cheeks, getting me all excited.  Ryosuke
didn't look happy at all, wondering who this new guy was, and how
I knew him.  I hadn't really expected Todd to show, so I didn't
really have any plan.  Ryosuke was frowning, his arms folded
across his chest, so I gave him a meek smile, trying to reassure
him that Todd and I weren't really an item yet.  I hadn't told
Todd about Ryosuke either.  I hope this'll be okay.

Debbie had a hundred and one questions for Todd, but I still had
to get my bag, and go get changed.  I located my backpack on the
floor, but if I bend forward to get it, Todd would probably get a
look at my bare tush.  Ryosuke might get the wrong idea too,
thinking I'd shed my panties for Todd, and that wouldn't be good.
 Ryosuke had actually got into a fist fight over me once the day
of the outdoor barbeque.  I had to be careful here.  Soon the
waiter came to take Todd's order, so I just waited biding my
time.

I can't just sit here though.  Some of the guys at the other
tables had gotten a look at me, and kept peering over this way
obviously wondering what I had on under my dress.  I wonder if I
should risk it, and fish out my bag.  I wasn't really sure how
Todd would react if he found out I was commando.  He seemed cool
with most anything I did, but on the other hand, I didn't want to
freak him out.  Maybe I should wait.

It was hard to just sit still though.  I slid my bare behind
forward along the leather seat, setting my elbows down on the
table, trying to hear what Debbie and Todd were saying.  When I
leaned forward though, I think that pulled my dress up, exposing
practically my whole rear in the process.  Ryosuke glanced over,
not exactly happy.  He could probably tell that I was no longer
wearing a thong, but I just shrugged trying to tell him it wasn't
on purpose.

Eventually, Craig got up, and suggested a game of billiards.

"Emi, do you want to come play?"

Todd turned to look at me, so I quickly slid back into my chair,
trying to hide my bare bottom from him.  I nodded for him to go
play, but he didn't want to just leave me here.

"C'mon, Emi!  It'll be fun!" Todd insisted.  I shook my head no,
but he reached over, and took my hand begging me to join.  My
dress was still caught up around my waist, so I tried to slip
free, but before I could, he'd pulled me to my feet.  I don't
think Todd could tell I was naked, but there were all these
people behind me now staring in shock at my bare bottom.  I
quickly pushed the hem down, but not before a few of them got an
eyeful.  Even the people who hadn't seen were looking over this
way wondering what was going on.

Todd dragged me all the way over to the pool table.  My hello
kitty was going crazy, excited by the situation.  Ryosuke
followed us over, but he didn't look happy at all.

Craig wanted me to break, but I wasn't about to bend over, and
show them my tush.  I hung back at the side standing next to Todd
trying to hide.  When he went to take his shot, I tried to slip
away, but as soon as he finished, he came back, and started
talking to me again.

As if this wasn't bad enough, Ryosuke was staring daggers at me
and Todd, still trying to puzzle out how he knew me.  The truth
of the matter was that I didn't know Todd all that well, and
hadn't even seen him for a while, so it wasn't like we were an
item or anything.  I do think Todd likes me which was nice.  Todd
noticed my worried look, and asked,

"What's the matter, Emi?  Are you okay?"  Todd is so kind, not
like some guys.  Deciding to just go for it, I finally moved
forward, letting Todd see my behind.  He briefly glanced down,
but there was no look of recognition in his eyes.  Somehow,
amazingly, he hadn't clued in that I was commando.  I was so
annoyed.  I wanted to just give him a quick peek, and then go
change, but I don't think he could conceive of the fact that I
might be naked.  It just didn't fit in with his image of me.

I continued to stand there watching them play.  When someone
would make a good shot, I would raise my hands, and clap,
glancing back at Todd to see if he could tell now.  The boys at
the other pool table behind us had definitely noticed.  They'd
stopped their game, and were just standing there, staring right
at me, shocked I guess that I was pantiless.  Even Tetsu was
looking over at me now wondering what on earth I had on under my
dress.

My face was all hot, my kitty tingling, and my feelings were
starting to spiral out of control.  I knew I had to do something.
 I looked shyly back over my shoulder at Todd, and whispered,

"Here, I'd better go get changed," nodding for him to take a
closer look at what I was wearing.  Just to make sure he could
see, I raised my arms even higher pulling the hem way up.  I
might have overdone it a bit because Tetsu was now gaping
open-mouthed at my pussy.

Ever slowly, Todd lowered his gaze, but I think it was more the
fact that Tetsu and them all looked so scandalized that finally
clued him in.  Just to drive the point home, I wiggled my tush
back and forth teasing him with it.  I was so excited I didn't
know what I was doing anymore.

A lot of the guys were hooting and whistling at me now, but Todd
just looked confused unable to understand why I was dancing
around out here with no panties on.  I was kind of hoping he'd
enjoy it as much as the other guys seem to, but I guess it was
too much of a shock given what he knew about me.  Maybe he's just
not ready for something like this.

Increasingly embarrassed now that my plan had backfired, I ran
back to our table, and grabbed my bag.  Debbie looked peeved, and
Satomi was as scandalized as ever.  I guess they'd been watching,
and saw my little show.  Ah well.  They should be used to it by
now.  Anyway, no time for that now.  I quickly scooted over to
the washroom with all these guys still watching.

Inside the washroom, I was safe from prying eyes, but it took me
an awful long time to calm back down.  Why did I go and do that
anyway?  I should have known Todd would react that way.  He's
from a small town apparently.  I guess girls there don't act like
this.

Eventually, I cleaned myself up, pulled my track pants on, and
packed my thong back into my bag.  When I came back out, people
all turned to look, surprised to see me in track pants now.  I
actually wanted to stay a bit more, but Satomi reminded me that I
needed to pack, so she called a taxi, insisting that I head home.
 I did manage to get Todd's email address, but he still seemed to
be in shock.  Shoot!  I shouldn't have done that.  I'm going to
have to be more careful.

Next stop, L.A.

Emi Tsurutahttp://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/emitsuruta/www/























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